Page 50 of Accidental Husband
I should make sure he hurts.
I should get ahold of myself.
He's an idiot who doesn't deserve a second of my thoughts.
Besides, she's here to get laid. It's good guys are looking. It means she has options.
"Griff." She turns. Locks eyes with me. Motions to my cock.
No, my slacks. Fuck, I'm supposed to pay for these. I'm getting way too distracted.
I cut through a group of friends. Hand my credit card to the bartender. "Close it out."
"Already?" she asks.
"We're not staying here all night."
"We're club hopping?"
I nod.
She looks up at me. "You're club hopping?"
"Don't look so surprised."
"You hate clubs."
"You do too," I say.
"So it's fun because we're suffering together?"
"Exactly."
Her laugh lights up her eyes.
Fuck, her green eyes are extra gorgeous today. I want to stare into them forever. I want to do whatever it takes to fill them with joy.
We take our drinks. Toast.
Her lips curl into a smile as she takes a sip.
She stares at me. Thatyou're ridiculous, how do I even talk to youstare of hers.
My heart pounds like a war drum. I love that stare. I really do.
"How do you know this stranger is going to be skilled?" She swallows another sip.
"I thought it was just dancing."
"At dancing?"
"At dancing?" I raise a brow.
She nods. "And, well… I'm not completely writing off the possibility of more."
My stomach twists. I hate the idea of someone like douche face taking her home and failing to satisfy her.
But that's ridiculous. I don't have any claim to her.
